Today is your birthday. We would have chatted on the phone, you would have eaten cake, and opened my package I sent to you. We would have laughed and joked about growing older, yet still being young and beautiful and full of life. You left us way too soon, and I miss you. But, now I rejoice for your new birth in heaven, for your new and healthy body, for your youth, your health, your vitality there. Sing sweet sister, sing, for your song is a new one.
"Arise my darling, my beautiful one, and come with me. See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come..."
The Song of Songs